#Male OC Group

[kabr0ztrousers]

How about helping a penis-having demon friend of yours who is just entering heat/rut? The gentler early stages of it, but getting more intense as time goes on until their arranged heat partner arrives and helps you. Lots of cum, begging, and then some nice aftercare :) (demon top, femme male human bottom, please?)

I hope that's not too specific!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷

Now here's the million dollar question: did Zeal request this, or did someone else, knowing they'd get off to it?

Kabr0z Writes episode 50: Hot as Hell

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Hell; demons; light femdom; anal sex; excessive cum; group sex;

A/N: Wow, 50 of these! I absolutely should've planned for this, but if I'm totally honest I wasn't expecting to get this far!

If you want to support me in writing an episode a day until the 31st of December, it's totally free! Just send a request to my asks or DMs! Near enough anything's fair game, check the pinned if you're unsure!

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It's early evening in your little corner of Hell.

You were sent here a decade or two ago after an unfortunate incident involving an angry horse and your chest cavity. Turns out, being gay still gets you sent here. On the plus side, Hell really is infinite so there's plenty of housing, you're already dead so there's no need for food, and everyone in Heaven is a prude anyway. You're told it's only worth it if you're really into bright lights, liturgical chanting and harps, and you can get that down here too if you want.

Since getting here you'd made a few friends, one of whom was on the sofa next to you, helping you decide on the movie for the night.

Shg'shthg, like all demons, had the ability to alter his shape to his liking. He was slightly taller than you, even without the ram's horns curling from his brow. His skin was bluish-white, decorated with row upon row of swimming black runes subtly moving across every inch of his body. The characteristic long claws fashionable amongst demons currently held your TV remote in one hand and a sending stone in the other as he scrolled through the list.

"Satan's breath, every single piece of media humanity's ever created, and absolutely nothing to watch... How about Love's Labour's Won?"

You sighed "Shakespeare again? Like, it was nice the first hundred times, at least put on Edward III"

Shg'shthg looked at you "I was there when he was king, and the play is so wrong it's actually insulting. You know how I feel about the historys"

"When's D'Nzro getting here anyway?"

The demon beside you rolled his eyes "She's stuck in traffic. I keep telling her to get some wings but noooo" he waved his hands "She has to drive a car"

You laughed. Hell is, of course, Hell. No matter how decent life was down here, everything was just a little bit shit.

The TV flicked to a film, some B-movie about a bunch of sharks in a tornado. You looked over at the demon next you you. He was trying to focus on the TV, but you could see him starting to squirm in his seat. Sweat beaded on his brow as he checked his sending stone again. He crossed and un-crossed his legs, over and over, the beads of perspiration starting to roll down his head.

"You OK?"

He looked at you, the faint bluish tinge of his skin deepening, the text scrolling faster across his face "I wasn't expecting it to come this week..." His eyes screwed shut as his head tipped back "I need to ask you a favour"

"What do you need? I'll do it" you agreed a little hastily, but despite conventional wisdom you did trust this demon

"It's my heat, I need to fuck someone. Normally it'd be D'Nzro but she's-"

"Not here" you leant over the demon next to you. You won't pretend you hadn't fantasized about getting with the buff incubus, but you'd rather hoped for a more romantic setting. You kissed, gently at first. Shg'shthg whined in his throat, his desperate eyes wide and dark, looking up at you. You kissed him again, this time letting him push his tongue up into your mouth. He tasted of cigarette smoke and iron. You sucked gently on his tongue, allowing one of your hands to slide up his leg to his crotch. You could already feel the heat of his cock through his pants, opening them and allowing it to spring free.

You looked at it, leaking a thin stream of steaming fluid from its tapered tip, those same glyphs running up and down the shaft, speeding up in time with the throbbing of his inhuman cock.

One hand cradling his balls, you slowly licked the shaft, tasting the sticky precum running in rivulets onto your tongue. You reached the tip, placing your lips on it, letting the fluid leak out into your mouth, sucking it straight from the tap.

"Please" the demon breathed. You could feel the hand on the back of your neck, straining against the desire to force this cock down your throat.

You bobbed your head, taking the first couple of inches of the cock in your mouth, gently sucking as you played with his balls. Your other hand wrapped around the shaft, teasing the base as you sucked on the tip. Shg'shthg was groaning, the pulsing precum tasting richer and thicker. Your hand clenched on where his scotum, where it met his body, stopping his balls receding all the way. You spoke around the cock, eking out words between sucks "You wanna cum in my mouth?"

Shg'shthg nodded, whining and panting, the text on his body whirling with your edging, precum squirting from him in sticky spurts, filling and drooling out of your mouth to coat your chin.

You dipped your head deeper, sucking faster and harder, squeezing the base of his cock and massaging the balls as they shrank into him. He groaned, the hand on your head pushing down as the cock in your mouth spasmed and filled with cum, pumping it into your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all. It flooded your mouth, spurting from your lips, flooding your sinuses as it poured from your nose.

You pulled your mouth away from the cock as the last spurts pulsed out, covering your face. The door opened behind you, D'Nzro stepped in, her heels clicking on the floor. You looked at her, she saw you kneeling over her boyfriend, cock in hand, face covered in his cum.

"Let me guess. He told you he wasn't expecting his heat cycle so soon, and convinced you to suck him off?" Her voice was imperious, somewhere between a stern teacher and a vicious taskmistress

You nodded, taking in her body. Skin like tanned leather, eyes like coals, and two rows of short horns running down her shaved head

She grabbed you by your slight waist, lifting you so you straddled the incubus below you "Well, in that case, you've both been naughty boys." One clawed finger cut a slit in the ass of your jeans and your boxers, leaving your tight asshole unprotected "Naughty boys get punished." She held you with one hand, the other scooping up a handful of the demon-seed pooling on your sofa before slathering it on your ass, pushing it into your hole, before setting you down on Shg'shthg's lap, his still-hard cock resting against your back.

Shg'shthg's hands were on your waist now.

"Lift him up"

He lifted, lining your puckered hole up with the pointed tip of the cock you'd just drained. D'Nzro pressed the cock into you, a slender claw teasing your ballsack as she did "Drop"

Shg'shthg dropped you. Your weight rammed half his cock into you before you caught yourself.

You groaned as D'Nzro grabbed your hips and started moving you around, pushing you down and rocking your hips against the cock inside you. You leant back, pressing the cock against your prostate, feeling as the hard organ invading you pressed against it, making you leak. Two fingers pushed into your mouth, you sucked on them as you bounced on the cock within you, getting another inch of it in you with every drop.

You didn't care whose fingers you were sucking, whose hand was wrapped around your cock, or whose hands were on your waist, guiding you ever further down. Your aching cock was throbbing as pressure built behind it. Your asshole twitched and your balls rose as you came hard. Groaning and sweating you splattered Shg'shthg with your cum, adding your seed to the pool of cum on his chest and belly. The smell of sex filled your head, still sticky and oozing demon cum from your nostrils.

You were pushed down. The last few inches of the Incubus's huge cock filling you as it twitched and pulsed, spraying heat into you, filling your belly and clouding your thoughts.

D'Nzro pushed you onto Shg'shthg's chest, your dripping cock landing in the pool of mixed cum as it deflated. A blanket fell on top of you, and moments later you heard the kettle boiling, the smell of hot chocolate filling the flat, ousting the omnipresent sulphur.

A few minutes later, you had a warm mug of chocolate milk and two demons cuddling you from either side, watching some terrible B-movie about a flock of evil birds.

Not a bad evening, all things considered

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Hope you don't mind I took some creative license with the request!

Remember that you can submit requests through my ask box or DMs, though the lead time at the moment is the better part of a month, so be warned it probably won't be written soon, though it will be written!

[svt-sena]

Sena Lee-Rosè (born December 12, 1997), known mononymously as Sena (세나), is a Chinese-Korean-American singer, record producer, actress, dancer, and model. She is best known as the 14th and only female member of the co-ed K-pop group SEVENTEEN under PLEDIS Entertainment. Often referred to as the group’s “secret weapon”, Sena broke barriers as one of the first women to debut in a large-scale co-ed K-pop group during the third generation. Sena is also a member of the genre-defying trio TriplX alongside fellow members Vernon and Dino.

Her debut studio album She’s no angel (2024) sold three million copies worldwide and tied as the highest-ranked album by a Korean solo artist on the UK Albums Chart. The album broke numerous commercial records, including the highest single-day and single-week streams for an album on Spotify. It topped the charts across Europe, Asia-Pacific, and the Americas.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀ ───── ༊࿐⠀ BASICS !

google search ˬ profile ˬ fun facts ˬ film discography ˬ luxury brand ambassador ˬ reason for love ˬ reason for hate ˬ Height comparison

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀ ──── ༊࿐⠀RELATIONSHIP !

Hip Hop team ˬ Performance team ˬ Vocal team ˬ outside Svt ˬ dating history ˬ family

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀──── ༊࿐ Discography !

She’s no angel ˬ Dying on the inside ˬ Yours ˬ Barbie ˬ F1 ˬ seventeen ˬ TriplX

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀──── ༊࿐ Social Media !

instagram ˬ stan twitter ˬ articles ˬ lives ˬ interviews ˬ youtube compilations ˬ svt youtube ˬ TikTok

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀ ───── ༊࿐⠀Scenarios !

click here for more! ˬ drabbles ˬ headcannons

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓆰 𓆪 𝐒.⠀⠀ ───── ༊࿐⠀miscellaneous !

going seventeen ˬ The Game Caterers x SVT ˬ NANA tour ˬ NANA bnb

[mjhartwork]

We had a quick project in character design class where we picked from a list of characters to redesign, with a spin.

So, I gave Ash Ketchum a new hat. Yeah, definitely, just a new hat!

[iovestuck]

TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE (PS. I STILL LOVE YOU) . 엔하이픈

STARINGS.. crush ! enhypen x female ocs

SYNOPSIS.. Letters are written to past loves; these letters are kept between the two parties in order to gain closure. Nevertheless, the letters are sent out accidentally, and thus, the individuals receive them, and this leads to a number of confrontations. When the letters get to their respective destinations, mayhem happens and people’s hidden truths and feelings come out, hence creating a situation whereby all the affected persons have to deal with the past incidents.

GENRES.. coming of age, fluff, angst, collage au, crushes to friends to lovers, romance, friends to lovers, written + smau, etc.

WARNINGS.. strict parents, depression, mental health issues, today's society, teenage love, women discrimination, discrimination, eating disorders, blood, drinking (of age), vomiting, nauseous, sleep deprivation, insomnia, hospitals, neglection, isolation, introverts, harassments, sexual assaults, crushes, suggestive scenes, parties, under the influence, peer pressure, asian stereotypes, physical fights, arguments, expectations, breakups, friendship breakups, etc.

ages under 17 recommend reading with caution !

IOVESTUCK'S NOTES.. welcome to my longest series. It will be coming out next year and maybe the year after (depending on how long I write the series! This series will be a college au overall, but there will be mention of teenage love, elementary love, etc. This series is based on the All the Boys series (all of the series). The members will have a different oc (not the same) and they will be in different timelines. I also have a txt version, too. I hope you enjoy this series once it is out!

INSPIRED BY.. lovely runner, love next door, all of the boys series, xo, kitty, 20th century girl, when i fly towards you, and so much more!

If you want to be added to the any of the members taglist, please only send an ask as my notifications can be messy, and your notes/comments won't be seen. Also, please tell me which member(s) taglist do you want to be added in!

PLAYLIST

MASTERLISTS

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🍬⚘️ I'VE LIKED, NO LOVED YOU EVER SINCE THAT DAY

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LEE HEESEUNG

elementary crush ! lee heeseung × female oc

Do you remember having a crush in elementary school? For her, it was a feeling that never truly faded. She never told him but wrote letters—letters filled with everything she couldn’t express. Over the years, those letters became a secret part of her. Then, one day, to her surprise, the letters reached their intended recipient, especially the ones meant for her 4th grade crush. What started as a quiet, hidden affection now had the chance to be revealed.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 📚🌷 NEVER THOUGHT THIS WILL COME TRUE

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PARK JONGSEONG (JAY)

junior high crush ! jongseong × female oc

You still remember having a crush in junior high, right? As for her, everything started in the first year. But instead of saying the words she couldn’t voice to him out loud, she wrote it in letters – letters of all the things she could not otherwise say. They stayed her little secret and, over time, she practiced writing them on her notebook without much exposure to anyone else. Then, one day, all of a sudden, those letters managed to reach him, especially the ones for her first year crush. What was personal now had a chance to go out in the open.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🐶🌻 THERE ISN'T ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY HONESTY

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SIM JAEYUN (JAKE)

childhood neighbor ! jaeyun × female oc

Do you ever get to know who the new neighbor who just shifted into the neighborhood is? For her, it began when a family moved to the flat next door when she was in the second grade level. She saw a boy her age but did not find any courage to talk to the boy. Instead, she wrote letters full of what she could not dare to speak on the phone: In time, those letters never left her lips; instead, they were locked in her diary with many of her other letters. One day, they actually came to her crushes unannounced, especially to him. They were now dealing with a simple crush that could now blossom into something more.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🍫🍁 WE WERE JUST STRANGERS AT FIRST

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PARK SUNGHOON

groceries store crush ! sunghoon × female oc

Have you ever had a fleeting moment with someone who left your heart racing, but you never had the courage to speak up? On a regular trip to the grocery store, she noticed him—a man around her age—and their brief exchange left her wondering if he felt the same. For years, she had written secret letters to her crushes, hiding them away, too shy to send them. But unexpectedly, those letters—especially the ones meant for him—found their way to him, sparking the beginning of something new.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🧸🫧 THIS IS JUST A DREAM AND I WILL WAKE UP SOON

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KIM SEONWOO (SUNOO)

childhood friend crush ! sunoo × female oc

Has there ever been a person with whom you’ve spent numerous hours playing as a child and then become intimate friends, and then one day, you unexpectedly begin to fancy them? She had been around him since their infancy, but of late, even a look elicited a feeling in her heart. He was her best friend, she feared losing him as such, and as such, she never let him know how she felt about him, whether he had the same feelings for her. She never explicitly expressed herself and secretly wrote letters to her crushes – including him for years – and kept the letters locked away. Surprisingly, those letters—particularly the ones addressed to him—were received by him and stirred something unexpected yet new.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🔍📷 YOU ARE JUST SO PERFECT WHILE I'M NOT PERFECT

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YANG JUNGWON

student council president crush ! jungwon × female oc

Do you remember that feeling when you like someone and this person seems to be totally unattainable for you? She has been secretly in love with him for god knows how long — he was the student council president, charismatic, attractive, and loved by all. She was just a normal school girl not even having the courage to introduce herself to him. For years, she wrote sweet letters to her crushes including him but never give to any of them. One day, those letters, some of the letters for him — arrived in his and her other crushes hands, and that is when her secret became far from a cute little secret.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🌸🍨 I'M DREAMING AREN'T I, THIS GOT TO BE A DREAM

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NISHIMURA RIKI (NI-KI)

childhood friend crush ! riki × female oc

Have you ever had a childhood friend who always made you laugh, but one day you started seeing them differently? He was her funny, weird best friend who loved to dance and tease her. Lately, though, her feelings had changed. For years, she wrote secret letters to her crushes, including him, but kept them hidden. Unexpectedly, those letters—especially the ones for him—found their way to him, and everything shifted. Whether it's a good thing or not, who knows.

© 2024-2025 — all rights reserved to user iovestuck, please do not steal, plagiarise, or translate any of my works without prior permission from me !

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Still thinking about that little angel I dreamt about a bit ago so I’ve been binging other angel stuff and felt inspired to try to draw him as @hoaxghost ‘s style of angel.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Since yandere friend group weren't to happy about reader hypothetically dating Kiross what exactly is their ideal endgame with her?

cassidy wants to get married and open a flower shop

michelle wants to move to paris with her darling and open her own fashion brand

Vivian wants to move into the woods and live a cute coquette cottage life

kiross wants to get married and open a large chain of 5 star restaurants

alexis wants to become a therapist and spoil his darling in any way he can

daichio wants to get married and move back to japan, maybe he'll finally accept his inheritance of taking over his father's company

[transkingcobra]

Astarion: So, when does Wyll get to see your greatsword?

Wyll: *panicking*

Isk: What? I use a hammer, Lae’zel has the sword.

Wyll: *ohthankthegods*

Shadowheart: *dying*

Astarion: Oh gods you’re hopeless

Isk: ????

[1863-project]

Me designing male characters: (makes men I would be attracted to in real life)

Me designing female characters: (makes women the gay people in my phone would be attracted to in real life)

[sunlight-s0ngbird]

Yandere popular girls masterlist

Welcome board Request rules

Yandere popular girls - Mariposa, Maybelle, and Dahlia couldn't believe they were as lazy about the sacrifice in the woods, they didn't think anyone would be out there! It wasn't until you tried running from a nearby bush that they realized they needed to keep you out of public eye. A basement would work perfectly for that.

__ (intro coming soon)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[baji-sideblog]

Shower Thoughts

Cw masturbation, stalking, listening in on you in the shower

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Dean sits inside his bathroom listening in on you as you shower. He was glad the walls of your apartments were thin. Slowly he started to rub his cock through his pants groaning quietly as it hardens. When he hears you let out a little moan through the wall the half giant grabbed onto the tub to ground himself. His member throb against his pants struggling to get free.

“Fuck, how I just wish I could join you and breed that little body of yours. See you squirm scared at the idea of taking me.”

The more his thoughts yearned for you the harder he gripped onto the tub. Dean hearing your moans get louder started to buck his hips imaging you riding him. It wasn’t too surprising to him when his cock broke the zipper and button of his pants springing itself free. It was leaking lots of precum all over itself. He sighs and grabs his cock in his large hand pumping up and down.

“Gotta calm myself down. I’ll have them soon. And when I do I’ll finally get to satisfy myself.”

The giant bites down on his lips holding back his moans as he pumps his cock. Trying to match the speed of his movement to your moans. The moment he heard you climax Dean grunts climaxing himself. He pants catching his breath till smacking his head with his hand.

“Fuck me, I made a huge mess of my bathroom again. It’s gonna take me hours to clean all this cum…”

Rider laid down in a tree watching your bathroom window keeping himself hidden. He was very much enjoying the view of you showering even in he couldn’t see much. The man could feel the tip of his tail flick back n forth eagerly. Wanting to pounce on his most beloved person.

“Look at them so cute, so sexy. This is my favorite part of the day watching them like this. When I get my hands on them I’m never letting go.”

Rider ignored his hardening cock trying to just focus on you, plus jacking off in a tree isn’t the most comfortable. He carefully leans closer out of the tree to get a better view of you. His tail moved subconsciously towards the tent in his pants rubbing against it to get some relief.

“Come on baby, come on start moving that body of yours. Let me get a better look at you.”

The artamea man gasp as he fell out of the tree having leaned too far forward. Landing on the ground Rider quickly hides in the shadows to not alert you more than he has.

“I’m glad I’m tall so the fall wasn’t too hard…still I didn’t even get to see their ass…”

ᥫ᭡₊˚��ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚

[sualne]

salix's current party, a very balanced crew both stats wise and mentally.

[kabr0ztrousers]

https://www.tumblr.com/kabr0ztrousers/775960565220802560/how-about-helping-a-penis-having-demon-friend-of?source=share

What about a continuation of this where D texts to make sure you're okay / ask if she needs to make S apologize, and human assures her that it's okay and they really didn't mind... so then D invites human over and human gets spitroasted, with D wearing a strap-on? maybe S eats out human as an apology?

With hair pulling, name calling (degradation, like slut), enthusiastic consent, and more sex-mess!

Thank you!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷 (I might be a regular now hehehe)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 79: Hotter than Hell, part 2

Also entitled: The Apology

Find part 1 here!

And the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology Here!

CWs: Transformation; corruption; fellatio; cunnilingus; face-sitting; group sex; enthusiastic consent; clitoris-to-penis transformation

A/N: It's not 100% to the request, but I love writing tf, so I'm not gonna turn down a glowing opportunity.

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The sending stone in your pocket hummed. You checked it, another message from D'Nzro. You tapped a reply. She kept asking if you were OK after last Friday night when Shg'shthg took advantage of your trusting nature. Handily forgetting, of course, that she was also part of that arrangement. You thought back to that night, getting your brains fucked out before relaxing and watching some truly god-awful movies? Yeah. That was a good way to spend an evening.

The stone buzzed again. She was if you could make it to her place tonight, if maybe you'd want an apology in person. You weren't sure what precisely she had in mind, but the aubergine emoji after the word "apology" gave you a pretty good idea. A shrug of your shoulders and a return message later, you were committed.

D'Nzro's apartment was significantly nicer than yours, a penthouse suite at the top of one of the buildings on the periphery of the city's commercial sector. You weren't sure who she fucked or killed to get digs like these, and you knew better than to pry. The door swung open and you stepped into the living room. The red-hued clouds were visible through the glass fronting as were D'Nzro and Shg'shthg, sat by the pool. You crossed the room and passed through the double doors to join them.

D'Nzro looked over to you, smiling "There's the man of the hour! Shg and I were just discussing how we can... Make things up to you" She got up, and you saw what she was wearing. If her intentions with you weren't clear already, her outfit left little to chance: Studded leather straps covered what little of her body she chose to, barely hiding her nipples and her cunt, deep black against the medium-brown of her smooth, glossy skin.

"What do you have in mind?" It's always fun to play coy

"Well, as you know, it's entirely possible for us to make you a demon"

You nodded

"The only thing is, there's certain... Formalities we have to observe to make it happen." She continued "Namely, it has to be part of a deal"

Shg'shthg spoke up "We'll make you a demon, with all that entails, and in return-"

"In return we get a fucktoy for the evening" D'Nzro cut him off

You grinned and held out your hand "Deal"

The demons fell upon you. They lay you on your back, pulling off your jeans and boxers as D'Nzro abandoned the straps she was wearing on her lower half. The succubus crouched over you, feet on either side of your head. "Ready?"

You nodded. Her hand was in your hair in an instant, grabbing a chunk and pulling your face into her cunt. You could feel yourself hardening as she ground her pussy against your mouth, fucking herself with you as you held your tongue out, tasting her juices.

You felt the other demon kiss your cock. He was gentle at first, planting small ones on the tip and the shaft, before licking your cock from base to tip, teasing your frenulum as he did. You felt him take you between his lips, running his tongue around the head of your cock. He started sucking faster, taking more of you in his mouth. You could feel your balls tighten as the head of your cock slipped into his throat.

"Cum" D'Nzro commanded. You obeyed.

You groaned as your cock spurted into Shg'shthg's mouth. D'Nzro rode your face harder, sticking her clit into your mouth for you to suck on as she squirted on your face.

You stayed for a moment, face pinned to one demon as another sucked on your twitching, aching cock. Then they flipped you over.

Now Shg'shthg's cock was at your asshole, the thin tip oozing that familiar, delicious precum, dripping on your tight, puckered anus. D'Nzro stood in front of you, holding her cunt as her eyes fluttered a moment. You watched as her body changed.

Her clit started to swell, lengthening and thickening. It was gaining inches by the second. The tip flattened, widening into a flare as the base grew a knot. You heard the succubus in front of you whimper a little as her new cock dribbled precum in front of your face, matched by the thin strand of wetness dangling from her cunt, shimmering where a ballsack would hang.

You extended an hand to stroke the wet folds between her legs. A finger sank into her cunt, aided by her squirt and your spit. You drew her towards you. Your other hand held your asscheek, pulling it open to display yourself. Your tongue stretched to the equine flare in front of you as your hips raised slightly, inviting the tip poised at your entrance.

The demons stopped teasing. D'Nzro moved first. She stepped forwards, slamming her cock into the back of your throat in an instant, hips thrusting against your tonsils as your finger buried in her struggled to catch up.

Shg'shthg followed suit, pressing inch after inch of long, tapered cock into your ass.

The two moved in rhythm, pushing and pulling at the same time. You felt the cock in your throat push through your body's attempts to resist. The flare was burying itself in your throat, reaching almost to your stomach. Every thrust drove the air out of you. You can't suffocate in Hell, you don't need to breathe. Nobody told your gagging throat, or your spinning head. Every push in your mouth forced you down deeper onto the other demon to boot, furiously hammering your prostate as your cock rubbed against the cushions of the sun lounger. It was your turn to leak precum. You could feel the puddle of fluid under you, slick and sticky, coating your belly in your scent.

The cock in your mouth started to move more erratically. D'Nzro's dagger-like nails dug into your scalp as your fingers twisted in her dripping cunt. Every move you made caused her to gasp, to break her stride a little.

The one in your behind was a different story. Shg'shthg kept a metronome rhythm, inhuman cock grinding on your pulsing prostate in both the in- and out-stroke. Tears welled in your eyes as cum squirted from you, your cock aching as it spat out each subsequent load. You didn't think there was even any cum left in you, just the feeling of your balls trying to climb back up into you with every stinging, aching, whining climax.

Finally, D'Nzro came. Her cock swelled up as she forced her knot past your teeth, the throbbing ball of meat trapping her in you. You could smell her cunt, sweet wetness mixing with salty, musky sweat. You wished you could taste her cum. She was so deep in your throat it went straight into your belly. You could feel in inside you, filling you up as it squirted into you. Every pump distended your belly a little more, and she wasn't in danger of running out.

Shg'shthg followed suit. One last mighty shove and he was all the way inside you, your asshole tight around his base as he unloaded. His seed flowed into your bowels, filling you from the other end. Demon cum bloated and stretched you, keeping you rock hard and painfully leaking even as they stood still, huffing and groaning as their cum flowed into you. The demon-seed must have had aphrodisiac properties, or you enjoyed this more than you thought. Even as they stood, holding their cocks in you, your own cock stayed at an agonising half mast, throbbing and leaking its way to yet another release.

This one didn't stop. Instead, it built. Every pump of cum growing stronger and thicker. You felt your belly becoming stretchier, your throat coming under your complete control as you rippled your muscles against the unholy cock filling your stomach. The repeated orgasms didn't hurt any more, though you felt like they could if you wanted. Lastly, a strange pressure erupted on your forehead. Two small horns pressed outwards.

The deal was done. With a bellyfull of cum, and a cock buried in either end of you, a new demon came to be.

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You know what would help? Just a little bit? If I actually post these when I finish them.

Anyway, here's your periodic reminder that if you want to see anything, please go ahead and drop an ask, It'll go into the queue and I'll get to it in about 50 days at this point

[svt-sena]

𓂃 ⋆⑅˚₊ REASON FOR HATE 𓂃 ⋆⑅˚₊

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Too Touchy With the Boys’

As the only female member of SEVENTEEN, Sena walks a razor-thin line — and haters are always watching. Every playful shoulder tap, every arm link, every moment of natural affection is clipped, slowed down, and reuploaded with captions like “She’s too familiar” or “She’s flirting again.”

Despite growing up with them like family, online critics accuse her of being “too close,” “unprofessional,” or “attention-seeking.” Fans know better: these are the people who protected her, trained with her, and treated her like a sister. But antis twist it into scandal.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Jealousy Masquerading as Morality’

Let’s be honest — a lot of the hate stems from envy, especially from fans who’ve fantasized about the SEVENTEEN members. Watching Sena exist as their equal, joke around backstage, and hug them without hesitation? That triggers parasocial boundaries.

So critics disguise their jealousy as moral concern: “She should respect the fans,” “That’s inappropriate,” or “She’s ruining their image.” What they really mean is: “She has the closeness I wish I had.”

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘The Cold Ice Princess Image’

Her composed, elegant aura is mistaken for arrogance. At events, she’s often quiet, reserved, or minimal with fan service, leading to accusations that she’s “rude” or “too full of herself.” In reality, she’s just introverted and cautious in public.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Too Strategic, Too Perfect’

She’s seen as overly calculated—her image, interviews, and posts are always polished. This makes some netizens believe she’s “fake” or “inauthentic,” despite her being meticulous and protective of her privacy.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Cultural Criticism’

As a global member with a multicultural background, she’s faced xenophobic backlash, with some Korean netizens saying she “doesn’t feel like a real K-pop idol.” Others criticize her fluent English and Western styling, calling her “too Americanized.”

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Jealousy Disguised as Critique’

Whether it’s idols praising her on variety shows or luxury brands chasing her for campaigns, Sena’s name often trends—for better or worse. That visibility turns into nitpicking, jealousy masked as “fair criticism,” especially from rival fandoms.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Media Darling Bias’

Her features in high-end magazines, endless CFs, and glossy headlines have led some to say she’s a “media construct.” They believe the press favors her too much, overlooking her peers. Critics say she’s “overpromoted,” ignoring the grind behind her public persona.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘She’s Too Quiet During Controversies’

Sena rarely responds directly to rumors, controversies, or backlash. While fans admire her grace and silence, others call it calculated avoidance or accuse her of hiding behind PR. Her refusal to “clap back” frustrates those who want emotional vulnerability or apology videos.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Too Many Brand Deals’

As the face of global luxury labels, skincare, makeup, and even tech brands, Sena gets accused of “selling out” or being more influencer than idol. Critics claim she’s more concerned with building an image than growing musically or artistically.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘“Boring Personality” Stereotype’

Because she’s not loud or meme-worthy, antis call her bland or “no fun.” Her sense of humor is subtle, dry, or shy—often lost in translation or overlooked entirely in chaotic variety show edits. They label her as “only there to be pretty.” She’s extrovert in a introvert body.

　˳ 　 　౨౿ ‘Solo Career = Selfish?’

When she books solo gigs—whether acting, modeling, or music—some fans cry betrayal. They accuse her of abandoning her group or “leaving others behind.” No matter how much she promotes with the team, she’s viewed as “too individualistic.”

[itsblobross]

"Then the most joyous, booming laugh exploded from his mouth as he threw himself back on the grass, holding his stomach as his body shook. Eris couldn’t help but smile, the infectious joy seeping under his skin and lighting him up from the inside."

—Pull Me in Deeper, Chapter 3 by zenkindoflove Read on AO3

Today's blob art is dedicated to Alexius, my friend @zenkindoflove's OC. Words cannot express how much I have fallen in love with this fic and with Alexius. His character is so deep and real and lovely, I adore him and I wish he could be my best friend in real life 😭.

I also see so much of myself in Eris's journey in this fic (especially as a queer person who was raised in an environment where I could not live openly) Watching Eris find someone safe who he can trust and love freely is such a beautiful thing ❤️

PLEASE GO READ IT SO WE CAN GIGGLE AND KICK OUR FEET TOGETHER

(He's also featured in her Elucien fic Summer Heat and the adorable oneshot The Jewel of The Forest House (and several others) in case you need a gateway drug)

[shenrickyz]

AKOGARE

WHERE love can be anything, and to jisung, it appears that love is seojun.

FEATURING ─ ksj, pjs, nct dream ensemble. WARNINGS ─ sleep deprivation, overworking, and taking medication. WORD COUNT ─ 5.7k NOTES ─ hi.. back with another coty (couple of the year) post that isn't plot and is simply my detailed appreciation for them despite the fact that one of them is indeed not real 😊😊 i miss seojun.. and also im jisung biased, and also this is incredibly self indulgent, i could write an essay on them, on their dynamic, on random details about their relationship that no one cares for 🙁 i hold them very very dearly to my heart 🫶 if your wondering, no, there will never be no seoji left over to write, nominate them for the coty awards please ☺️

jisung likes to think he's somewhat of a seojun encyclopedia.

it's not that he's obsessive or is constantly grilling the older for spontaneous factoids, jisung simply listens, that really is the staple of their relationship. seojun talks and jisung listens, occasionally it might be vice versa, but it usually never is.

it also isn't as if seojun tells everyone everything about him, if you strip away his natural sense of exuberance, he's a pretty private guy. jisung just has a great deal of knowledge because of their flurry of late night secret sharing as well as the acute focus he seems to have for everything.. well, him.

there's a lot to seojun that is as basic as it is easy to understand. he usually likes darker shades of colors, not exactly black, but he prefers dimmer shades of blue and grey. he adores shades of white reminiscent of snowfall, seojun loves snow, his pupils always dilate as if he's a child seeing it for the first time.

there are many things seojun likes, the word 'like' is a weak term for the passion he has for each of them in particular though. he likes your usual things; strawberries, snow, skiing, renjun's dumb cardigans, motorcycles, penguins, old martial arts movies, charm bracelets, things that any person could easily derive if they simply stare idly for almost hours in the same manner jisung does.

and it's not that jisung enjoys staring at seojun for practically hours on end, he just can't help himself. seojun doesn't have to do anything fantastic, he can just sit around and make a shitty joke that wouldn't usually get laughs, yet jisung would stare fascinated.

it's like an itch, a terrible habit that he just can't get rid of no matter how much he tries. maybe he doesn't want to, it isn't as if he's good at hiding his habit, he simply can't help when it happens.

he knows that seojun knows, seojun is terrifyingly observant, he's clocked things about jisung that he himself doesn't even register for a while. he finds the older weirdly frightening in some senses..

but jisung loves seojun either way.

knowing someone for almost eleven years makes you pretty much susceptible to the specific habits they perform. they range from the usual hair tugging, fiddling with jewelry, scratching at his arms, and always, always pulling all nighters.

which is why today, this prospect is strange.

seojun falls asleep before jisung.

okay, he isn't asleep yet, he's just lying on jisung's lap with his eyes closed, not exactly asleep, but he could slip at literally any time.

jisung first noticed something was up when the older wasn't his usual energetic self after their concert wrapped up. he hung out backstage with his head kept down, uncharacteristic silence taking over him.

"are you okay?" jisung recalls inquiring, lightly nudging him with his shoulder. the older offered a lazy smile as he nodded, a small breath leaving his lips.

"yeah, just a little tired, i'm happy the first day was successful".

jisung was able to believe that for a while,

well not until seojun completely passed out on top of him after they got home.

but seojun isn't asleep just yet, he simply lays there on jisung's lap. the strange exhaustion doesn't go past him, but how does he bring up that it's weird for seojun to be tired? every idol in some way shape or form is tired. jisung is tired currently.

"hey, is everything okay?"

seojun cracks one eye open, clearing his throat. "tired".

"well obviously but you never sleep before me" jisung states, swallowing down nothing as the older simply sighs, keeping himself in the same place. seojun's hair is soft, and jisung can't help but run his fingers through the strands.

seojun's eyes again flutter shut, he makes himself comfortable in the other's lap. jisung continues staring down, and seojun chuckles knowingly.

"can you stop looking at me like that?"

jisung's eyes narrow. "i'm just pretty confused by this.."

seojun rolls over, laying on his back as he stares up at jisung. he pinches the bridge of his nose, again sighing. "it's my new medication" he mutters.

jisung blinks, and seojun waves a dismissive hand in the air. "it tires me out quickly because seorin says my sleeping problems make me look dead".

"i mean.. is she wrong?"

seojun swats a hand his way, and jisung is only graciously able to dodge such a move because he's above the older. "anyway, i'm loopy, can't even feel my limbs".

"is that a side effect?"

"no the side effect is exhaustion" his eyes again flutter closed, no sign of an upcoming smile on his face.

jisung stares as if the older just grew two his heads, but seojun doesn't see that, he simply rolls over again to make himself comfortable lying on the other. "good night".

"you can't sleep on me".

seojun seems offended by such a prospect, he snorts. "just for the time being?"

"let me move you".

seojun would decline to such an offer if this was any other regular day where he was pulling any other regular all nighter, but it isn't, so he silently agrees with a small hum.

how strange.

jisung doesn't exactly ask the correct question, though.

—

seojun loathes taking medication.

it's actually amazing if anyone can get him to swallow pills in the first place. if there is anything the older is, it's stubborn.. and also completely terrified of swallowing pills. 'they make him feel sick' he likes to say.

not even jisung can convince him enough every time, and jisung could pretty much convince seojun into anything with enough pleading and blinking of his huge eyes.

anxiety is the main culprit, he's been on medication for it since before his debut. again, he absolutely hates it. jisung would also say he's scared but he gets extremely defensive about that part because he describes himself as "fearless" (or he's just terrified of no one seeing him as such).

seojun stares at the bottle full of tablets, nose scrunching as he pushes it forward. "i'm not taking this".

there's that usual hikari sigh, the older leveling at seojun with a stare bordering on disappointment.

it was right before we young era that antidepressants came into the mix. seojun took the whole parent approach to it, how could he be depressed when he was easily the cheeriest member? it made absolutely no sense!

jisung could only stare.

"seojun, don't make this difficult".

seojun crosses his arms, stubbornness through the roof. "it'll make me tired! or dizzy! what if i trip during practice?"

"i'm sure that won't be the case".

jisung has never seen the once burning gaze seojun shared with hikari in that moment ever again, he gets a specific kind of obedient when it comes to him in specific, but that day, that day there just seemed to be something different in the air.

"you don't know everything".

it was the bite back that also happened to be the final blow, as hikari sucked his teeth, tugging at his shirt, exhausted out of his mind. "fine, we can talk about it in the morning".

seojun didn't even attempt a glance.

"what's the problem?"

jisung couldn't help but whisper, it felt like he was afraid of something, and he really has no idea what it might've been, but it was a lingering afterthought.

seojun paused for a moment before picking up the bottle, shaking it back and forth. "it's stupid, i don't want to take it".

it's stupid, strange choice of words.

jisung blinked, contemplating his response with a frown stuck to his face. "you're scared".

seojun scoffed, attempting a display of bravery with all his fifteen year old timidity shining through. "no i'm not".

the words were clearly offensive, the knitting of his eyebrows gave him away.

jisung kept his arguments to himself, instead taking a different approach. "you heard hiki hyung, you have to take them".

"i don't want to".

"then how do you expect to feel better?"

"i don't.. it doesn't matter".

it does to me, and to everyone else, i want you to be happy, why don't you?

the words died down in jisung's throat, nothing but his own fear displayed by the glance of his eyes. "please?"

seojun froze, as if almost perturbed by jisung being worried for him. he turned up his nose and decided the stubborn route was the way to go, as if he could ever deny anything jisung handed his way. "no".

jisung knew he was getting somewhere by that point, this time, his 'no' was less assured, a good sign. he braced his hands onto the counter, gaze focused on the bottle. seojun eyes narrowed, his face scrunching up into something ugly. "do you really think i'm gonna just take it because you said please?"

he really gave himself away with that one.

that's when jisung realized his.. privilege, his power over seojun that he didn't exactly check until the older muttered those words that one night. his lips twitched in a manner he couldn't exactly explain. "come on.. please?"

he took both of seojun's hands into his own, watching as the older tensed for a moment. "hey, i'll be here, i can help, i know you don't really like.. this".

there's a loud sigh, seojun immediately averting his gaze, suddenly very interested in the kitchen cupboards. the older contemplated, avoiding eye contact with the bottle of tablets on the counter as well as the maknae.

"can you stop looking at me like that?"

"i'll stop when you take your medication".

seojun crinkled his nose, but the defiance slowly slipped from his expression. bingo, jisung got him right where he needed to.

"just for today, and if it doesn't work then we can go back and ask, i'll go with you even!"

seojun's face finally fell for one last time, and he sighed. "fine",

jisung smiled.

"just stop being so annoying" his smile stayed fixed, even as the other slipped their intertwined fingers out of each other's grasp.

jisung offered a snicker. it didn't exactly matter if he was being 'annoying' anyway, he still got what he wanted.

and maybe if there happened to be the ghost of a grin there, seojun didn't plan on divulging it.

seojun's relationship with affection is usual.

and by 'usual', jisung just means he controls it better than someone like haechan. seojun loves hugs, loves kisses, gift giving, cooking for people, taking care of people (discreetly though), slyly matching items, all the regular.

jisung has never been that keen, but seojun has an astounding effect, as he's found it mundane to receive, and even respond to affection from the older.

jisung can best describe seojun's affection as.. soft. not rough hugs reminiscent of jeno's bone crushing ones, but simply solacing hugs, the kind that the maknae feels as if he could easily fall asleep in.

he longs for hugs from seojun, in the strangest way possible, they erase all of the unease, allow for him to let out a very needed breath of fresh air, let him relax after a days worth of stress.

there's also kisses, cheeks, foreheads, hands, occasionally the side of the neck (though those went out of fashion, jisung isn't sure why he misses them as much as he does), they aren't as regular as hugs or fleeting touches on the waist, but they do come up from time to time.

they always catch jisung off guard, seojun has never exactly been predictable in any way, and spontaneous kisses simply add to that.

but of course, it's not all the time. kissing is really the strangest gesture of affection with seojun, because for all of the love he has towards the members, kissing is as rare as it is minuscule, something seojun has never commented on.

(and don't tell anyone, but jisung just awaits for the next time they randomly spring up on him once again).

seojun looks awfully pretty during dive into you, it's.. it's simply something jisung can't explain. he can't resist the urge to knock their knees together, it's his nudge to something, he isn't exactly sure what 'something' might be, but something is good enough for the vague feeling he has.

they can't exactly whisper while on stage, so they communicate between judging eyes. a sneaky hand coming around to pinch the side of his waist, just barely squeezing a wince out of jisung, but he manages to keep his composure enough that all he receives are strange (yet knowing) glances from the members.

and what are they doing exactly? jisung has no idea, he just knows that it's nice. it's nice to catch a glance at seojun up close, the makeup artists did a good job with accentuating his pretty features, even if jisung feels that he'd be just fine without all of it caking his face. his hair has always been pretty, jisung will fight anyone who brings a pair of scissors near it, it's perfect the way it is. the barrage of golden jewelry wrapped both around his neck and his wrists simply amplify under the overly heated stage lights cascaded above.

jisung admires for a bit too long, so long that he almost forgets a few of his lines. watching him shake back into singing is amusing to seojun, if his cute little smiles aren't enough to sell that one.

jisung lets himself nestle closer, comfortably holding onto the older, whose always been good at multitasking.

"even the moonlight glowing on your cheek is annoying me" seojun sings, fingers softly scratching at the material of his outfit. "i wanna be closer to you than that.." a thumb slides across his cheek. "closer".

his smile remains as he brings jisung's hand closer to press a kiss atop his knuckles, slipping by quickly and missing the maknae's reaction to such a prospect.

his eyes widen immediately as his cheeks betray the serenity he attempts to make face with, mind scrambled. did he just—

seojun busies himself trying to get jeno and jaemin to crack, feigning obliviousness to jisung's current inner turmoil. he manages to avoid glances, trying his best to think clearly about it all.

except he can't not think about it.

the last time seojun kissed jisung in any way was at the ending ment of the dream show, jisung was practically choking on his sobs, just barely able to register the older pressing kisses to his forehead, he was afraid of losing dream, and seojun did the only thing he knew to do, the only thing on his mind being to comfort the youngest.

and yeah, that was like three years ago, curse jisung for keeping track of something like that but he just finds it surprising.

not surprising in a bad way, again, it's about the unpredictability of it all.

maybe unpredictability is apart of his charm.

he itches to bring it up, but he keeps quiet when he glances over at seojun and the older offers his pretty smile. so he allows for silence to consume him until everyone disperses and he can find a comfortable time to talk about it.

"what was that?" he's finally able to ask in the dead of night, face buried into the cotton of seojun's pajama shirt. "earlier during the show.."

seojun raises an eyebrow. "what? you have to be more specific".

jisung's face scrunches, seojun just wants him to say it, the stupid smile on his lips says it all. he shies away from the older's eyes, suddenly flustered as a red tint blushes against his skin. seojun chuckles in his usual all knowing manner, much too acclimated with jisung's particular peculiarities.

the maknae clears his throat, attempting to make his blush unnoticeable. "the kiss.."

"the what? speak up".

jisung grumbles something under his breath, lightly pushing seojun as he crosses his arms. seojun is completely amused, his smile distracting jisung from his lethargic demeanor.

it's terrible, it shouldn't effect him as much. seojun is simply smiling, no makeup, exhaustion behind his eyes, a shirt that's just a little big for him (ordering mistake, he was definitely on an hour of sleep when he decided to get it). jisung is angry, there's no need for him to look so pretty, right before they're about to go to sleep..

"the kiss, on my hand, during dive into you?"

"ohhhh" seojun's feigned confusion is irritating, if jisung wasn't jisung, he would've totally aimed for a punch at the shoulder. "that? your asking me about it now?"

jisung opts to nodding silently. "don't know, guess i was just a little surprised".

"your reactions are priceless, it's so easy to get you red!"

"stop pinching me, you're so—"

"annoying? okay, sure" seojun crosses his arms and lets go of jisung, feigning irritation at the unsaid words. jisung sucks his teeth, drawing a small snort from the other. "anyway, don't act like you didn't blush when i did it".

"just wasn't expecting that" jisung's cheeks remain a shade of red, and if seojun notices, well he keeps his mouth shut. "don't be so full of yourself.."

except seojun really has every right to be full of himself, he's aware of how easy jisung slips, how he simply has jisung wrapped around his finger with just his pretty smile. jisung is starkly giving himself away, or maybe he isn't and seojun is a mind reader like he's always secretly suspected.

"i don't think you of all people should tell me that".

see? mind reader.

seojun hums, practically sensing jisung's thoughts. "..so? are you planning to sleep in my bed tonight?"

jisung sucks his teeth, opting to cross his arms defensively. screw his extensive sleeping problems, he has to be stubborn enough that it seems real. he rises from his spot and trudges over to his own bed, sitting unnaturally in the square middle.

his hands are placed into his lap, and seojun begins silently giggling from where he lays against his pillows. "stop laughing".

"i'm not laughing at you".

what a lie, jisung's lips turn downward as he sinks into the hotel bedding. he ignores the older's prying eyes, hearing yet another snicker.

his face twitches, he has to stay stubborn, he can't fall for his charm just yet. seojun again snorts, crossing his legs as he begins getting busy on his phone, it's only ten pm, much too early for him to go to sleep.

jisung picks at his fingers, usually silence wouldn't be a problem, but silence with seojun literally across from him is a problem. he should be talking his ear off! this is ridiculous!

jisung's facial muscles twitch once again, no he's not pissed off because he's getting ignored, it's just.. he's not an attention seeker okay?

but jisung can't help it, he scrunches his nose and stands from his place, trudging over to seojun's bed and sitting down beside him in a silent display of his clear irritation.

seojun doesn't even have to look up, yet he chuckles anyway. "took you five minutes".

"shut up" the argument is useless, but jisung tries anyway, struggling to not crumble under seojun's gaze. "i have sleeping problems" he whispers, arms again crossed.

seojun snorts, shoulder nudging jisung's. "or you just have a crush on me".

jisung scoffs enough that he's able to convince himself it's real. that would be crazy, what kind of person develops a crush on their bandmate? that would be stupid. "no i don't".

seojun seems shocked by such a revelation. "okay, just don't go back on your words in a few weeks yeah?"

"what are you a psychic too now?"

seojun simply hums, he seems to find that one funny.

the scariest part is that seojun is terribly good at predicting the future.

it's barely a full three weeks later that jisung really registers the words, and even then he attempts to allow for his denial to carry through.

because it's strange with seojun, what would having a crush even mean? would it mean dating afterward? does seojun even..

well jisung shouldn't fixate on that too much, why would seojun even tell him that? it's like most things with the older, it seems he'd prefer to keep it a mystery, endlessly hint yet never discreetly explain anything.

so jisung approaches it with.. well— nothing. he keeps the words tucked away in the deepest corners of his mind.

the thing about this crush is that jisung knows it won't just go away. jisung is aware of the kinds there are, this isn't a cute little crush you have on one of the older members much more akin to admiration (seojun used to have one of those on jeno, he told jisung right before debut that he was so nice he couldn't help it, the crush slowly developed as more of appreciation over the years).

no, jisung knows it's more than that. simple veneration can't encapsulate it all, he thinks it equates to a larger feeling of affection.

istj will be released in a few days, yet jisung can barely focus on comeback preparations or the closing of the tour. maybe it's stupid to be hyper fixating on something you otherwise would've assumed was small, but it's not, it can't be small.

because it can't be small when it comes to seojun. potential mind reading powers aside, he's practically a genius when it comes to stuff like this, jisung's half convinced he's got cameras behind his eyes or something. he has to have the most picturesque memory jisung has ever seen, he picks up on everything, the single twitching of a facial muscle is akin to striking gold. sometimes, he makes jisung feel as if he's going insane.

and the thing is, he knows that seojun knows. it's terrifying how much seojun really knows, he keeps up regular smiles around the members and goes on performing his regular seojun gestures.

yeah, maybe jisung's simply afraid of the imminent threat of rejection, but he fears seojun's own muddled thought process on a much larger scale. it's scary when the one person who practically knows all of your thoughts is so difficult to decode in themselves. he's scared.

but what is there to be scared of? this is kang seojun. his best friend with a history of sneaking out to buy convenience store snacks during practice, writing letters to his future self, getting everyone gifts literal months before their own birthdays, the seojun who jisung can pretty much credit for the fact that he was able to comfortably sleep during the cursed trainee days considering the amount of times he crashed in his bed when in the middle of an insomniac episode.

really, he should be.. glad?

except he's anxious, anxious about the member he should be least anxious about.

and of course, it's like seojun appears with his stupid smile the moment jisung is just the slightest bit confused about pretty much everything.

"are you alright?" seojun is laying upside down, gaze fixated on his screen, yet attention keen on his same aged groupmate. he doesn't even have to look at jisung, it's ridiculous.

"what?"

seojun snorts, tossing his phone despite keeping himself remained upside down. "is it that pre-comeback week anxiety again? you seem on edge".

of course i am, you correctly predicted i had a crush on you and i just realized i've probably been in love with you since if i was fifteen.

jisung cops a glance, a small snicker falling from his lips. seojun turns up his nose, he looks rather cute cascaded the wrong way, hair left sprawled on the couch cushions. "it's nothing.."

"park jisung" if the younger freezes in his spot, then he hopes seojun doesn't pick up on such a fleeting moment. smoothly, seojun flips himself back right side up, straightening his posture and patting the empty spot beside him. "it's too late for excuses, tell me what's bothering you".

it's you, you're bothering me, please stop.

jisung keeps in his spot for a second, finally snapping back into regular human thoughts as he sits as far as he can from seojun, hands placed in his lap as he attempts to avoid eye contact. it's proven unsuccessful, the older's got those burning eyes that he can't just shy away from.

seojun takes the initiative, scooting closer and bumping into the younger, knees knocking together in their usual fashion. he stares for a few, then smiles. "you look amazing in blue".

did he just—

he just changed the subject when he asked the question! what the hell!? jisung is sure seojun is trying at the whole insanity thing, big eyes blinking in pure engrossment at the new hue of his hair. blue is his favorite color, the dimmed shade of jisung's own hair could account for one of his favorite sights of the year.

"blue is your favorite color" he opts to respond, seojun's eyes don't yet flitter, but there's that shine which jisung parrots in his own.

"no it's not".

"should i keep it blue?"

"yep, for the next seventy five years".

"seventy five is excessive" jisung argues, the conversation is stupid, he almost impulsively leans in as a way of shutting him up. "my hair will fall out".

"you're gonna have to be bald anyway, enlistment is a curse".

jisung swears under his breath. "you can't cut your hair, that would be like.. a streak of bad luck".

"or you just love it so much".

jisung bites into his cheek. "didn't say that".

"right, if our stylist noona's cut my hair you would cry".

jisung's gasp is offended by the accusation, the prospect of him tearing up at seojun's hair being cut isn't exactly all that farfetched though.

seojun giggles at the thought, shoving jisung by his shoulder. he looks pretty, it's nothing but a black tshirt and sweatpants, oh jisung hates himself. "you're still such a crybaby".

jisung would typically pout at such a statement, but there's definitely a much more important thing on his mind. "seojunie".

"hm?"

"ithinki'minlovewithyou".

though someone with absolutely no context would think that seojun was clueless, the twitch of his lips alerts jisung to the fact that he heard all of that. he crosses his arms, feigned uncertainty behind his blink.

"you have to speak up, i'm hard of hearing" oh the stupid tone of his voice, jisung wants to die, actually no he doesn't, seojun's laughter is simply so entertaining. jisung's cheeks burn a bright red, and seojun just barely bites back a snicker at the sight. he keeps himself sat up, arms remaining crossed, gaze completely focused.

jisung clenches his fist, oh he wants to punch him so bad, seojun is stupid, so stupid. you like him though, you like him so much, isn't he adorable?

"i think you were right.." jisung mumbles. "i have a crush on you.."

seojun allows for the silence to consume the room for a moment, and jisung again thinks it'd all be much easier if he just fainted onto the floor. the older is staring a bit too hard, his eyes hold that look which is indecipherable, but that's when jisung captures it, the gleam of pure affection, fondness, love, it's adorable.

"aww, do you jisungie?"

"you aren't supposed to make fun of me.."

seojun again laughs, as if jisung's feelings are amusing. "i'm not! you're just so cute".

jisung opts to burying his rapidly heating face in seojun's lap, the older bringing his hands to cart through his hair. "it's embarrassing.."

"really? now i'm offended".

jisung peaks from his frankly terrible hiding spot, blinking at seojun with enough chagrin accompanying his glance it gets his point across. "you know that's not what i mean.. it's just—" jisung can't even help himself anymore, he shies away from the older's eyes insistently. "how did you even know?"

seojun snorts, jisung still feels as if there's amusement behind his eyes. "because you're so obvious, think you were probably the last one to find out, everyone knows already".

"don't say that".

"okay, i won't.."

seojun's eye twitches momentarily, his fingers coming to poke at jisung's stomach, giggling at the knee jerk reaction from the other. his lips curve upward, it's simply so easy, jisung is simply so easy.

jisung keeps his hands clutched at his front, a glower that is so gentle it can barely even be considered threatening.

seojun's hands find purchase on jisung's shoulders, a smile tugging at his lips. "you know, i like you too.."

jisung pouts, nothing substantial though. "it would be scarier if you didn't".

seojun laughs, head tipping downward and eyes fluttering closed. "you knew i wasn't going to reject you".

"not really".

jisung doesn't say more, simply lays down onto seojun, legs coming up to his chest as he allows for the other to continue his hair stroking ministrations. his cheek presses into seojun's leg, but then he has to ask one more thing;

"does this mean dating?"

he isn't sure why his stomach drops at the responding look, seojun's taps on the couch, jisung passes him his phone. "i would hope so, unless you want us to become like hiki and jeno hyung".

jisung crinkles his nose, shuffling upward. "no, i like dating i like.. yeah, it's all good".

seojun's smile reaches his eyes, it's very pretty. "you better keep your hair blue".

the whisper earns a giggle, sometimes, jisung enjoys noise, or maybe just noise from seojun is what he enjoys.

the thing about dating your best friend is that nothing exactly changes.

it's not a negative prospect really, jisung finds that he really just enjoys the label. boyfriend is much cuter than he originally expected, though dating has always been the shallow end of the reservoir, jisung doesn't exactly think it's bad.

seojun, with all of his experience, is also still fairly new to the idea, jisung guesses he's just better at making sense of it all.

they don't say it in any way, but they're sure the members have picked up on their sudden change of mode. jisung is sure seojun hasn't told any of them, considering he couldn't keep a secret of that state for that long, he'd probably blurt it out in a moment of guilt.

the members are observant enough that they don't have to verbally reach for an answer, just silently congratulating them on their newly acquired relationship.

the affection remains mundane, hand holding simply lingers, stares get much too love like and jisung has to remind himself that he can't just kiss seojun in front of everyone (well he can, but he'd rather be smart with his decisions).

it's funny, but it's also cute, jisung likes it.

he's midway through monitoring their performance when the older decides it's his time to suddenly spring out of nowhere, arms coming around him and chin placed on his shoulder. jisung doesn't have to glance backward to know who it is, simply his manner of affection is recognizable in its all.

"been here for a few minutes.." he mumbles, jisung hums as he keeps the ipad at a steady angle, gaze stuck on the repetitive choreography. "something wrong?"

"wanna make sure we're in sync" jisung replies, the older simply keeps them pressed together as his silent response to that one.

"we're gonna do another take anyway".

"reassurance".

when jisung glances at him, seojun is just the slightest bit closer, and he shyly retreats, despite their history, jisung is still mousy at the depiction of much closer affection, it's new. seojun blinks, feigned innocence behind his pretty smile.

jisung so badly wants to, but he'd rather keep the both of them safe. he comes to intertwine their fingers, a quick glance to the other members. "there are cameras" he whispers, he assumes this sight will be taken terribly out of context.. if there even is correct context here.

seojun snickers. "what? did you think i was going to kiss you or something?"

jisung's cheeks burn a bright red, denial instantly replacing his blood. "no! i just.. people might get the wrong idea".

seojun's smile is much too contagious, and jisung feels there's an evident lack of warmth when his arms slip from his waist. his hands come behind his back, clasping together in a small sound. "i see".

"don't pout i'm not rejecting you!"

his fake sobs draw glances from a few of the members. "you don't love me!"

jisung sighs, the over-dramatization of his emotions is its own double edged sword, it can be cute when it isn't against him. he pouts himself, and seojun can barely contains his giggles. "aww, can't you forgive me?"

seojun instead keeps up the attitude.

it isn't until the near end of recording studio choom that they interact again, sliding down the wall, jisung scoots closer and leans against seojun, opting to begin the affection this time.

seojun is listening to music, one of his eyes opening to see jisung. the younger has his cheek pressed to his shoulder, the rest of the members mumbling fading into the background, the other blinking. "hi".

"hi" he whispers back, his gaze focused on the earbuds. "what are listening to?" he inquires, just the slightest bit tired.

seojun doesn't answer verbally, simply removes one of his earbuds and offers it to jisung, who hesitates before allowing him to do so.

jisung again snakes his hand downward, intertwining their fingers. "what song is this?"

"akogare by taeko onuki" he states, jisung's eyebrows furrow, he seems to sense the querying movement. "hiki hyung recommended it".

"it's.. nice".

"it's not your thing".

jisung chuckles at seojun's snort, his eyes narrowing. "still, it's nice".

seojun raises an eyebrow, clicking his tongue. "you aren't just saying that because you like me?"

jisung stares for a moment, his eyes are very pretty, the music eventually fading into its own background noise. he takes a moment to think, not because he doesn't know his answer, but because he enjoys admiring seojun. "no, it's nice, i like you for more than just music taste".

seojun hums, tilting his head, maybe just a slight fracture in his usually tranquil image, the beginnings of a blush spreading across his face. "keep your hair blue forever" he spontaneously speaks.

jisung shrugs. "i'll think about it".

he's not lying, really, he isn't.

[hime-bee]

oc's ages? oldest to youngest?

WELL, two of my four OC's aren't human- so they're pretty old, but I'll try to list them in accordance with their actual ages!

Flores (he stopped counting after 1,000)

Njero (200+. If I had to give a more precise age, I'd say... ~260)

Lucas (he's 42)

Leumin (he's 27)

Now, if we're going based on how they look in human years, then the list would be a little different:

Lucas

Flores (his human age is 36)

Njero (his human age would be about 30)

Leumin